Eight lines in one minute using the word allegro has me
spinning like a top let loose upon a rimless coffee table
coming mighty close to the edge only to rebound back
to center scrying the underside of my insides for
words to enter this ominous whiteness and make it
feel like they just might matter to someone who reads
them as light pulls them up to their eyes where the top
spins then settles into the cracks of their souls.
In an imaginary garden with real toads you will find more pieces using the word allegro and written in a minute. I cheated and wrote for almost two minutes to hit a point where it felt finished (1:48). A stream of consciousness dictated the piece…then I moved the margins over until it was in eight lines and here you have it. Thanks for stopping and for sharing your impressions.